by Rainer Maria Rilke
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all the other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one…It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, hold up all this falling.
This poem is a metaphor for faith. Many poets have written about faith. It is a worthy topic.
The poet, David Whyte, reads his poem, Faith. It is about his desire for faith and his uncertainty about where or if it is to be found. This poem is a man’s prayer for faith in something greater. I’ve mentioned earlier than any poem deserves at least two readings. David Whyte does this for us…his style of reading is to repeat a poem numerous times. Through that repetition, I am touched at a deeper level. As a listener, I am engaged more fully in the life of the poem…where it sprung from and what the poet invokes, desires or designs.
Have you written about faith? That word, the concept behind it, takes the writer on a journey into his/her own deep psyche. Exploring your views on faith, might
create a vulnerability that many want to avoid. Today, I am going to allow myself to be that vulnerable and write about faith, quietly, here at my desk in my little cottage in the mountains as I look out upon the Autumn colors, the leaves falling, a confetti of colors lying on the ground.